It turns out that I am the Supreme Power

Behind the village, the killing scene was thrilling.

Luo Qingying's whole body was covered in blood, and she lost her strength and said: "This battle is more difficult than ever before, sir, I haven't made a move now, it should be to test our fighting skills."

"No matter how strong we are, there are too many cultivators. Even if we stand still and let us kill them, we will die from exhaustion."

Xuanyuan Qingyin gritted her teeth and said: "Persist for a while, the Black Armored Army of the Xuanyuan Empire will arrive soon, and this time is also the time for sir to test our true patience."

"Four places have been wiped out, and we can't fall behind."

Xuanyuan Qingyin held the golden sword in her hand, looked indifferently at the cultivators of all realms rushing out, took a deep breath, and said in a cold voice: "Death..."

Then with a full swing of his right hand, countless golden sword qi criss-crossed, and tens of thousands of cultivators fell to the ground under the strangulation of the sword qi.

The same is true for Murong Yanran, who kept waving the golden sword in her hand, like a fairy dancing a sword, fluttering like a fairy, causing countless cultivators from all realms to fall.

The girls cooperated with each other, and under the criss-crossing golden sword qi, they formed formations. Countless sword qi in the formations flew out continuously like arrows, and the places they passed were mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

With the passage of time, they were almost unable to hold on anymore, the aura in their bodies was constantly draining, and the faces of the women turned pale. Wanru, a cultivator from all realms, lost her mind and kept rushing towards them.

The situation is slowly changing, which is a heavy blow to the girls. If rescue does not appear again, they will be the ones who will perish.

Luo Qingying half knelt on the ground holding a golden sword, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and said unwillingly: "Princess Qingyin, sister Yanran, my little sister's spiritual energy is exhausted, and I can't hold on anymore."

"No, we must persevere." Murong Yanran said anxiously: "Hei Jia will arrive in a few breaths, don't give up."

"Sister Qingying, you must hold on."

Xuanyuan said softly, "Hurry up, they're almost here."

After a few breaths, the aura of the women was exhausted, and they looked weakly at the countless cultivators from all realms rushing up.

They closed their eyes, hoping for a miracle.

If not, they will perish.

Just as they were waiting to die, countless killing sounds sounded.

"Kill, kill... kill, kill, kill."

The Black Armored Army has arrived, and the disciples of Tianxuan Pavilion have arrived.

"Dare to hurt my niece, you are courting death."

"If you dare to hurt my granddaughter, you all deserve to die."

"Dare to hurt my daughter, I will let you never be reborn forever."

At the critical moment, Xuanyuan Mo, Murong Bo, Lord Luohe, Lord Ling, and Master Kongcheng arrived and rescued the girls in time.

"daughter?"

Luo Qingying heard the Lord Luohe call her daughter, and murmured, "Am I your daughter?"

After speaking, he fell into a coma.

Xuanyuan Qingyin and Murong Yanran saw that the Heijia Army had arrived in time, and finally let go of their hanging hearts, and then the two daughters passed out one after another.

"Daughter, daughter, are you okay?"

The Holy Master of Luohe ran over anxiously to check on Luo Qingying, and was relieved to see that nothing was wrong.

Xuanyuan Mo's face was hideous, and Xuanyuan Wuji asked him to take good care of Xuanyuan Qingyin when he left. Seeing Xuanyuan Qingyin's appearance at this time, endless hatred welled up in his heart.

If something happened to Xuanyuan Qingyin, how would he explain it to Xuanyuan Wuji in the future.

"Holy Lord Luohe, take them back to your husband's yard and let him have a look, so as not to cause any problems."

Xuanyuan Mo said indifferently: "Leave these foreign bastards to me."

The Lord Luohe nodded, called a few female disciples, and led them to the courtyard.

Pingfan checked and said: "It's nothing, I'm out of strength, just rest for two days and it will be fine."

He just learned from the monkey that some people have been sneaking around outside the village recently, and he can tell at a glance that they are not good people. If they don't solve it, there will be more troubles in the future.

Xuanyuan Qingyin and the girls lost their strength, presumably to drive away this group of restless and kind-hearted bad guys.

Pingfan stood up and said coldly, "Since you have brought people here, don't leave any of them behind."

The Holy Lord of Luohe turned pale when he heard the words, and his indifferent words almost made his mind trance and his soul shattered.

She arched her hands and said, "Yes, sir, we will definitely handle this matter well, and we will not disappoint your entrustment."

"Ah That's good."

Pingfan said indifferently: "Wait a minute, go with your weapons."

After Pingfan finished speaking, he returned to the house, and after a while, he handed a few swords and long knives to the Lord of Luohe.

Because he saw that the Luohe Holy Master and the others did not have any weapons, which he usually built to prevent accidents.

Seeing these swords, Lord Luohe couldn't help but tremble. These are all divine weapons, much more advanced than golden swords.

The Lord of Luohe took the sword with trembling hands, and left in a hurry.

Seeing the departing Lord Luohe, Pingfan was taken aback, not knowing why.

"Isn't it just a few swords?"

"Don't be so excited, is it possible that Xuantian Continent's forging technology is not good enough?"

"It should be, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. Maybe we can do weapon business in the future."

Ordinary muttered to himself.

After a while, Lord Luohe returned to the battlefield and distributed the weapons to them.

The spirit master took the weapon and said in horror, "This, is this a divine weapon?"

"Besides, the master only gave so much. This handwriting...is too terrifying."

"Amitabha."

Master Kongcheng clasped his hands together and said, "Originally, I don't use any weapons, since it's sir's kindness, I will accept it."

Without waiting for the Lord of Luohe to hand him the weapon, Master Kongcheng snatched a sword from the Lord of Luohe and said shamelessly: "In order to deal with outsiders, I would like to fall into Abi Hell."

The spirit master looked at Master Kongcheng in surprise, and whispered to the Lord Luohe: "Didn't you say that the family members are all empty, and Master Kongcheng is an eminent monk, why..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Bo, "Don't talk nonsense, haven't you noticed that the Dao rhymes on these artifacts are different? Dao Yun."

"Okay, let's not discuss this topic for now, let's kill all these outsiders first."

With the help of divine artifacts, coupled with the Black Armored Army and the disciples of Tianxuan Pavilion, these outsiders were almost wiped out.

"By the way, sir, what you mean is that we should slaughter all the outsiders, leaving no one behind."

The Lord of Luohe said: "There should be many outsiders in other places. There are hundreds of millions of cultivators in our Xuantian Continent outside the village. Let them know that none will be left."

"Since it is the decree of the master, then do as the master said, and no outsiders will be kept."

Xuanyuan Mo came up and said coldly: "Leaving them alone will bring disaster to Xuantian Continent."

"The cultivator is fine, but the mortals in Xuantian Continent and those low-level cultivators are not so lucky."

"Amitabha."

"Benefactor Xuanyuan is too murderous, let ordinary people and low-level warriors let them go, let the cultivators of Xuantian Continent take care of them, don't let them make trouble, don't cause too many killings."

Master Kongcheng said with a look on his face.

After discussion, several people agreed to Master Kongcheng's proposal.

Under the leadership of Xuanyuan Mo, Lord Luohe, Master Ling, and Master Kongcheng, there are only about [-] million cultivators left in the entire Ten Thousand Realms.

Outside the village, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The Shura battlefield can't describe the atmosphere at this time, hundreds of millions of immortals have fallen, and the luck of the fallen immortals is constantly giving back to Xuantian Continent.